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The Beginning and End of Strawberry Heritage

by Strawberry Heritage

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1.
Golden Age 03:19
sit up high in to a tree and my fingers are the leaves the wind does blow us time to think time to grow and time to sink there was an ocean of a sky and on that day i felt so shy to understand this bigger thing I'd have to drop it's spinning seed sit up high upon your neck because my body is a wreck and your hair is like the leave and your eyes are like the seeds and in your mind there burns a flame within me there is the same and I've got to trust your greater good because we're both still made of wood and we will burn like the golden age and the leaves will turn to be swallowed by the flame and we will burn like the golden age and the leaves will turn to be swallowed by the flame
2.
Icebox 03:10
I was in the icebox sipping some of winter had a crease in my pants and a cube in my hand it was a sundown sunset listen for the gold note keeping the clash that we kept from 87 I was in the backseat sipping some of winter she was there to comfort me and rest behind the backdrop a soft cloth wash and I sit behind a stop sign keeping the clash that we kept from 87 slaving by a stove in the greater part of summer I was flipping cakes through a door that never closes run down beat and I'm backing down a bike street keeping the clash that we kept from 87 the red skies at night bleed down through the trees and I'm here on the street where winters sinking deep the red skies at night bleed down through the trees and I'm here on the street where winters sinking deep deep into our clothes
3.
Snow Song 02:52
stuck around here for this long doesn't feel like it's over so we huddle with our shoulders only to keep warm til it's done or until the sun comes I won't let it go we have got too much to prove here I swear we do but i cannot feel my fingers and we've tried here for too long its freezing outside winter come to kill your reasons steady as you can your'e leaving your home behind and if you hit by tomorrow you'll be a wreck beside a well down beaten path would it steep you into sorry would you breathe hard and feel your heart slow down winters bringing out the tree line winter dove down and held you deep inside chattered teeth make up the snow song battered knees rock and bruises among the pale I'll leave you alone i'll let you rest sleep it off or til its over and by tomorrow you'll be dressed in your best pair of shorts
4.
Drugs 03:55
I'm not gonna do drugs anymore I'm waking up late everyday feeling sore those kids aren't even my friends anymore I spent all my money they left me dirt poor so now I'm taking a ride up the coast I'm thinking about my family the most feeling more lonely a hole in my heart the best thing is to leave when your'e falling apart place my hands on the earth somebody come to my side I would pay you whatever its worth all I need is to see through your'e eyes to mine
5.
Yellow Moons 03:30
you open up your palms in the morning before you crack your eyes and it hurts because you got four hours up til the sunrise and you felt my body static sleeping hands above our heads and a light that changes casting shadows mooves us out of bed with you I feel the weight lifted off my back and legs and its more about today than what would ever be or was so goodbye to all the yellow moons that lit our nights back then I would try to hold on whisping softly wind slips through my hand and good bye to all the sleeping people who knew me back then I'll always have the silver photograph of my best friend
6.
you keep yourself composed and you keep it all together real well, real well your sitting kind of close and I am everything but riddled by your smell, your smell and your'e sipping on a cup and I can see just how you like to use your lips, your lips and I would just keep quiet so I wouldn't hurt my chances for a kiss, for a kiss youv'e broken every man, who's stumbled into your heart, and now you take my hand strike a match and watch it burn strike a match and watch it burn so quickly out you keep your chin up high and I will always catch your smile every time, every time it's another spirit lifted and we're passing right through walls but in our minds, in our minds it's the kind of thing thats quilted it's the kind of thing that stops you on a dime, on a dime and I am everything but drifting towards you, I can't leave my solitude behind, behind
7.
salty smokey man put the ashes in my hand burn my skin your'e a man so thin I would long to be no further from you I have lost my faith in a year let it go with my last set of tears I will wash myself clean and the smoke will still stay there's a big salty body to blame I let myself go fell between head and toe and the wind would not breathe for the summer will speak to you
8.
Steady Arm 03:20
I tried to run I tried to hide because I could not get beside what you had done you washed your face you washed your hands, what you need is for your temper to be cleansed you had it all you had the friends, you had but what you couldn't comprehend at all and now we sit here worlds apart, drawing conclusions that couldn't be further from what we need is settled down, it's in the forest under shade it underground but in the woods theres suffering somehow nature take the reign of every steed a steady hand a steady arm, it will only go as far as we want to
9.
if I would sleep for any loger I would go to heaven and my whole body would not move for to remain a mountain it's in my dreams is where I found a place that meant so much more and it's a crooked place between the eyes that we go falling in for more your'e a wrecking ball within my head and growing ever larger like a running deer your bouncing catching every corner of my eyes were left wide open from the length of your stay back to normal and now your gone its just like blowing glass and blowing bubbles back if you knew how to drive I would have put the wheel into your hand and if you hadn't closed your eyes it would be easier for both of us to try we had taken a trip to see how far we'd go and ever after and you better believe that we had crossed the desert without water and on a raging steed is where we found ourselves had never been so tired before us lay the sun and a giant place called a fucking mountain range
10.
little miss mary well she up and died went up to heaven down here i cried all her life straight as a spaid but up in heaven time to try cocaine sweet little mary well you southern pearl there aint no spirit pure as you girl up in heaven the dust ain't cut god on your side razor blade don't rust theres only up aint no down chattering teeth in your white gown earth aint pure and it's getting cold it takes a heart to have a soul she had to die just to let loose now she rides the cocaine caboose
11.
if you call my name I don't know call my name i dunno call my name I won't reply any more I have lost your scent in a dream lost the way you see me lost and we stand on the edge of this game and we see plenty of this kind pulled apart from the bind with every hair that was tangled to you stuck in this salty sea I can't see anything open my eyes and they burn, they burn wishing you'd comfort me watching the turn and flea waiting for you to make your way back home and your'e stuck in a broken town wearing that same night gown still can't believe what had happened last year a nothing apology bird wings and cups of tea lonely and high noon cracks hard on the skin stuck in this salty sea I can't see anything open my eyes and they burn, they burn wishing you'd comfort me watching the turn and flea waiting for you to make your way back home

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This collection of songs was written by John Hanson in the summer of 2011 upon moving to Grand Rapids, MI from Chicago, IL.

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released August 22, 2012

Recorded by Keith Kinnear at Backseat, Ann Arbor and at the Birdhouse, Grand Rapids, with additional recording by Grant Floering.
Mixed by Kyle Vegter, Chicago, IL
Mastered by Michael Nau, Ridgeley, WV
John Hanson: guitar, banjo, vocals, bass, vibraphone, percussion
Sam Cook-Parrott: drums, vocals
Anthony Riskey: vocals
Micah Ling: Cello
Zach Nichols: trumpet, alto horn, saw
Matthew Milia: pedal steel

Artwork by Marlee Grace

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Strawberry Heritage Detroit, Michigan

Strawberry Heritage is the songwriter, multi instrumentalist, producer John Hanson. Accompanied by many friends and fellow musicians along the way, this folk outfit is based in Detroit, MI. The musical arrangements are filled with folk and classical instrumentation, centering around guitar based songwriting and vocal harmony.
photo: Joshua Skinner. Header photo: Malro Mudd
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